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Wednesday, June 1, 2016

TEST DRIVE is CLOSE!

Test Drive releases June 7th, and I couldn't be more excited! Take a look at Johnny Devlin, the first of the Body Shop Bad Boys to fall in love...

Rough and tumble bad boy mechanics.

Living fast-loving hard.

Johnny Devlin's a charmer with a checkered past. He has had his eye
on scorching-hot bartender Lara Valley for ages, but she's rejected him
more than once. That doesn't mean he won't come to her aid when some
dirtbag mauls her. When she asks him on a date as a no-strings-attached
thank you, he can't say no. ;And then he's saying nothing but hell,
yes.

Excerpt:

Johnny snickered. Liam Webster, Del’s old man and the other
owner of the garage, approached alongside Sam. Before either could sit, Johnny
announced the bet. “Okay, gentlemen—and I use that term loosely—ten bucks says Sue
tries to attack Foley before we leave Ray’s tonight.”

Sam considered Foley. “I’ll take that bet.” To Foley he
said, “I told you not to date the chicks at Ray’s. You bonehead.”

“We’re going to Ray’s, if you’re interested,” Johnny told
Liam, the rational half of his employers.

Del’s father had to be in his late fifties but looked years
younger. He had height and muscle on him that Johnny, no matter how hard he
worked, would never have. Liam also had an easygoing attitude and knowledge of
mechanics that put most auto-thugs to shame. Del was his pride and joy, and
J.T., his bruiser

of a son, was always good for a laugh when he dropped by.

Liam had grown up poor, worked his tail off to make
something of himself, and had raised two fine if aggressive kids. A terrific
boss, he didn’t judge, knew how difficult it could be to get a second chance,
and always gave a guy the benefit of the doubt. Hell, he’d hired Johnny, and
Johnny would never claim to be a saint. Not after that pesky felony. Friggin’
cops refused to let a guy joyride without making it a huge deal.

Ah, but life at eighteen had seemed so simple back then.

“I’d love to join you boys at Ray’s, but I have a date with
a lady.”

Johnny said kindly, “Blow-up dolls don’t count, Liam.”

Foley and Sam chuckled.

“Shut it, Son, before I shut it for you.” Liam made a fist
at Johnny, but his amusement was plain to see. They all knew he’d scored big
time a few months ago, and ever since, he and Sophie, his lady friend, had been
acting like a pair of lovebirds.

Sam shrugged and sat next to Foley, stealing the rest of his
cookies.

“Hey.”

Sam put an open hand on Foley’s face and shoved while
inhaling a cookie whole. He talked around his food, opening his mouth to
Johnny, especially because the bastard knew it grossed Johnny out. “Still can’t
believe you got a classy lady like that to give you the time of day, Liam,” he
said around expelled cookie crumbs.

They all looked at Liam, who puffed up. “I know. Boggles the
mind.”

They shared a laugh, though Johnny knew they’d all been
beyond pleased to see the boss finally get lucky. For thirty years the guy had
mourned his true love, raised two hellions, and somehow run a successful
garage. Johnny looked up to Liam. Hell, he wanted to be Liam, someday. Especially since Liam had scored a fine woman. A
mystery to them all.

“So what are your plans? Going to take her ballroom
dancing?” Johnny teased.

The whole garage had given Liam shit for the dancing date a
month ago.

Liam frowned. “As a matter of fact, we’re going fine
dining.”

Sam stuffed the last cookie in his mouth and mumbled “good
luck” while chewing.